At My Wit's End....

I'm at my wit's end and I don't know how many times I can bang my head against the wall before a solution presents itself.

I realize that our children are different - each has their own gifts, talents, personalities, and quirks that make you wonder if your child really needs to see a psychiatrist. I love my girls -- I honestly & truly do. I love being their mommy. But I swear to all that is high & holy that I'm ready to sell Nudgie to the gypsies.

I hate to admit it - but my daughter has become THAT child.

You know the one. The one who cries constantly. The one who cries because her bottle is empty, her diaper is full, her cookie is gone or the dog ate her bagel. The one who cries because the sun is up and she has to get dressed. The one who cries because the sun went down and it's time to go to bed. The one who cries because mommy went to the bathroom to pee or went to reheat a cup of coffee. The one who cries because mommy just isn't around -- period.

You get my drift?

Yesterday was the final straw that sent me over the edge and straight to Hobby Lobby for some retail therapy. I had MOPS yesterday. As a table leader, I have a lot of responsibilities and depend on my children to behave in daycare so that I can focus on the ladies at my table. Nani is no problem. I could drop her off in the middle of the city and she'd find a friend and be happy.

Nudgie -- not so much.

She cried from the moment I dropped her off until they paged me to pick her up 20 minutes later. She fussed during the entire first half of the meeting. Pick me up, put me down. Feed me, don't feed me. Let me play with your bag, don't let me play with your bag. Thank God that my mom was there to take her out into the lobby and keep her occupied.

It's been like this for about a month or two now. I think it's gotten worse since My Marine has been gone. Nudgie has been very clingy and very cranky.

EVERY - SINGLE - DAY

She rejects everyone except me. She's ok with my mom - until she sees me. She won't go to MOPS daycare. She won't go to a sitter (unless I sneak out while she's not looking). I only hope and pray that she won't reject My Marine when he finally does come home.

I don't know how to handle this. Nani was never like this. She was never clingy. She was never this tempermental.

I keep telling myself that it's a phase....it'll pass. But for how long?

In the meantime, I just keep praying for patience.